(2017)
Some things are worth waiting for
Like that first kiss or touch of breast,
The soft touch that hardens as you pinch,
The pain that gives pleasure meaning,
Some moments last, too, the lingering of lips,
Or hips, the kiss that is more than a kiss,
the tongue playfully exploring, as if all do
Some memories refuse to fade away, clinging
to us, stored somewhere deep in the back of
our primitive brain, the pleasure that we take,
the penetration we made, we needing it,
that spice of life without which it would not
be worth living,
Some people are impossible to forget,
For good or bad or both or neither,
Where the flesh has somehow mingled with spirit,
And love-making becomes a legitimate act of love,
Drawing you in which each breath, this slow-motion
Passion that grows heated and bursts into flame,
We live with that image, that feel, that sense of love
Almost to the day we die, knowing without it
We would not have survived, and would not have
Anything at all to live for.
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